Re: IVIV: chapter seven—Eel Trovatore

[Robin Landseadel]

On Sep 23, 2009, at 9:36 AM, Joseph Tracy wrote:

>  I think Robin nails it, not just snappy, but acidic.

	''And to drink, gentlemen. You'll want to be good and fucked up
	by the time this arrives. I'd recommend Tequila Zombies, they
	work pretty quick." She stalked away scowling.

Something that Doc or Pynchon [both? neither? Jameses?] picks up in  
Inherent Vice is the mode of speech commonly found in California circa  
1970. Don't blame the messenger for any literary flaws found in the  
message.